Margaret said this girl loved cheap perfumes, for instance, and she herself loathed them.

So she filled all the drawers and wardrobes with those nasty camphor moth-balls, which the r.m.

couldn't endure, and when she protested, Margaret offered a compromise.

She would cut out the moth-balls, even at the expense of having her clothes ruined, if the r.m.would swear off on musk and the like.
"I tried that plan to break E.of keeping the light on when I was sleepy.

One night I lay awake until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then began to hum in a low, droning chant, sort of under my breath, like an exasperating mosquito: '_Laugh_-ing _wa_-ter! _Big_ chief's _daugh_-ter!' till I nearly drove my own self distracted.